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characters: Castor and anyone who might end up in the club.
setting: The End of Line Club
canon point: Post-ISO genocide, pre-TRON: legacy.
There are a few things that can be said about Zuse.
The same things cannot be said about Castor.
It's a balance that Zuse learned to live with very quickly. To be fair, the two identities are (for the most part) distinct, and reinvention isn't something that he's ever found difficult. That said, more hangs in the balance of keeping himself Castor and not Zuse than he'd really care to contemplate.
He puts the ISOs out of mind and it gets even easier. The club helps; Castor is vivacious, at least more than Zuse was (and Zuse was always a little more cruel), and the - frankly - bicurious tendencies kicked in later. The change of clothing helps too; he puts on the cracked-out rocker get-up and acting like he doesn't care about who shows up in his club (the Black Guard still send a jolt of fear through him - he knows that CLU doesn't take opposition well, and he doesn't care to find out firsthand) becomes less of a task.
Still.
The cycle is young (and so is End of Line, relatively speaking), and there's mischief to be made.
Tonight, he settles himself down at the bar, cane neatly in hand, face lit up like a firecracker. End of Line is nothing without a steady patron base, and his being despondent won't help.
As such, Castor's home, and so is the party.
setting: The End of Line Club
canon point: Post-ISO genocide, pre-TRON: legacy.
There are a few things that can be said about Zuse.
The same things cannot be said about Castor.
It's a balance that Zuse learned to live with very quickly. To be fair, the two identities are (for the most part) distinct, and reinvention isn't something that he's ever found difficult. That said, more hangs in the balance of keeping himself Castor and not Zuse than he'd really care to contemplate.
He puts the ISOs out of mind and it gets even easier. The club helps; Castor is vivacious, at least more than Zuse was (and Zuse was always a little more cruel), and the - frankly - bicurious tendencies kicked in later. The change of clothing helps too; he puts on the cracked-out rocker get-up and acting like he doesn't care about who shows up in his club (the Black Guard still send a jolt of fear through him - he knows that CLU doesn't take opposition well, and he doesn't care to find out firsthand) becomes less of a task.
Still.
The cycle is young (and so is End of Line, relatively speaking), and there's mischief to be made.
Tonight, he settles himself down at the bar, cane neatly in hand, face lit up like a firecracker. End of Line is nothing without a steady patron base, and his being despondent won't help.
As such, Castor's home, and so is the party.